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mrs-monaghan · 5 months

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there’s so much misinfo going round atm, see lots of people saying that after jk enlists with jm and does the boot camp he can apply for some special ???something and will leave separately where he is stationed or that just because jk / jm are enlisting on same day, they only will do basic training together then go to separate places ? and that they only chose the enlisting together option because it meant they could make sure they were out in time for june ?

ik it’s a bit hard to follow maybe with different sources and not real confirmation but do you know if any of it is true? my understanding was that they did the “enlisting together” scheme thing, (ie. it’s a purposeful application, they knew they were choosing this way) which meant they’ll at least be in same living quarters etc the whole time until they’re out ?

sorry for long Q! it’s ok if you dk it was just confusing D; thank you!

Hi anon. 😳 I am terrible when it comes to the serious stuff and have the attention span of a toddler when such topics arise. My mind registers them as boring and so I don't retain the in4. But my friends delved deep into this so I will gather as much as I can and do my best to explain the sitch

Let me start by correcting the biggest misinformation of them all. Thanks to fucking Mina with her fake subs and reaching conclusions, the vermin are confusing "Special Task Force" with "Special Forces"

JK said he wanted to join special forces. Well and good

But thats not what V is doing. V applied for Special Task Force which, while not easy (he said in the live its why he enlisted there, to challenge himself) its nothing compared to special forces. Special forces is HARD CORE. Its no joke. It's for those who actually want to go to war and proper fight for their country. Not for those fulfilling a mandatory duty... One they wouldn't do if they had the choice. Special forces, those people actually wanna be there. And if u know JK then u shouldn't be surprised that he would say something like this. Of course our dare devil bunny would enjoy joining something as risky as special forces.

But guess what? No one stopped him. He still could have gone there if he really wanted to. Just like in Winter package. No one told him to give up zip lining for beer tasting. He did that off his own volition since Jimin was going beer tasting. JK's happiness is where Jimin is. Period. (Suga's presence played a big part but we don't talk about Yoonmin)

(Edit: the whole thing takes almost 8 years to complete which again, is not something JK would actually do if he wanted to still stay a member of BTS. And of course satellite Jeon would again, never do it)

Jikook wanted to use the buddy system and they applied where Jin is on purpose because since the location is so risky, (front lines) not alot of people apply to serve there. So the chances of them being accepted were pretty high. I already talked a bit about that here.

Coldest and most dangerous. But before we panic, Jikook love snow so... thats good. But also;

2 things to note before we continue; 1) Tattoos are a none factor on why Jikook applied together or why JK couldn't be with V. They had 0 to do with that. And 2) All members and where they ended up it was their decision

So, here is a Korean explaining

They shall not be separated. They will train together and continue to serve together

One body. Shiet.

Nice. Even the breaks they will take together. Basically spend every minute together for those 18 months y'all.

They had to pass 3 rounds. Applying wasn't all. They had rounds to pass before getting accepted. So as we can see this was a whole ass process. They really worked hard on this to make it happen.

Apparently there is a show you can watch that explains the buddy system. Its 8 episodes, its called real man

The holding hands thing is legit 🤣🤣🤣

Jikook shouldn't have an issue then 🤭

Anon, people are in denial and the other half are trying to explain this away. If Jikook only went in together just so they could come out at the same time then they could have done what Vmon did. Apply separately at the same time.

This is one tough pill to swallow for antis. It's like the biggest fuck u Jikook could have ever done but at the same time I really don't think they factored anyone else but themselves when they made this decision.

18 months is no small amount of time so let's call a spade a spade; Jikook couldn't be apart that long. Fax 💯 JK wanted to be there for Jimin, Jimin wanted to be there for JK, of course. Them in the same place looking out for each other is all I as a fan who loves them can ask for. But at the same time, they needed this.

Anon, they will be together 24/7 for the entire duration of their time there.

Yes. Sleeping in the same quarters. It wouldn't make sense for companionship if they were separating the recruits who applied together. To be companions. Of each other.

The buddy system is there to help friends cope with this difficult mandatory thing that the government insists on doing to their young men. It's there to help them cope in any way possible. I imagine mostly mentally. So why would they train them together then separate them? ❓❓❓

It is said that you should make sure the person you apply with, is a person u get along with super well because for the next 18 months you will be together every moment of everyday. It's krazy to imagine that JK wouldn't rather do this with his actual boyfriend V, instead. Krazy. 🤯

Anygays, no need to worry my good people, Jimin and JK have got each other's back. All that's left is to wait for them and pray for them. May they always hold hands 🤭

Tihihihihihihi

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ufoend · 1 year

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∆ please help us

we can not afford any of our basic needs

i usually try to keep this as light as possible, but i have put this off for long enough that i have to post this. me and my partner desperately need help. we are just two gay people trying to make it alone here with absolutely no support system. *remaking because the first post died

who we are: im j (or jet), im 24 year old trans guy whose had this account since 2014. i married my partner in 2018, we even met on tumblr when we were younger, we've been together for years. my partner is disabled (diagnosed with autism and seizure disorder and others)

what we need: basic needs, help with vet care, dental emergency assistance and general support. our cat had an emergency surgery two years ago that means he needs to be on a prescription diet (hills urinary food) for his entire life. the vet suddenly said we need to bring him in again to get his prescription renewed and we cant order any more food for him until then, which he will not survive without, and he is not allowed to eat any alternative food without risking his life. we have less than half of a 8 lb bag of it which will not last him through the next month. with the vet, food, and ubers to get to the vet and to the only place they sell the food = 200

to try to summarize our situation, we were kicked out by family and made officially homeless for the first time last year. this is right after we moved across states (wa to az) to support my partners family upon their request, only to be subjected to abuse and kicked out directly due to homophobia in an unfamiliar state after a few months. this left both of us and all of our animals entirely homeless. we luckily have an apartment now but our situation isnt stable. we lost all of our belongings at this time, everything we had built, and have not been able to replace them as we have very fixed income. my partner is especially affected by this situation, as it was traumatizing, and they have just had to power through trauma after trauma because of poverty, more than i can say.

i also have severe and painful dental problems that are not covered by medicaid in az and i have no way to afford. this includes wisdom teeth, root canals, and many cavities that will turn into that crazy expensive treatment if i don't fix it. some may remember my post about this (+this) showing the work i need. i cant keep ignoring it, because they are worried about two of the cavities becoming root canals, and i want to prevent another infection, but thats at least 250 each i also lost a cap and need to replace it to save the tooth, but that's at least 600.

we are still not going to be able to afford rent in future months because our EBT was delayed last month and i had to spend money we don't have, and without student loan forgiveness, my partner will not have loans anymore so we are in serious jeopardy even affording rent, let alone bills. our pets (2 cats 1 small dog) also desperately need vaccinations, which is dangerous to keep going this overdue without with their health problems. our dog has also been limping for the past week and he needs to be seen when that is ever possible, at least 65 plus ubers.

any donations would go first to the vet appointment and cat food, then the other needs in order of priority. will keep updating this, i know its a lot and i really don't expect anything as i know it's well over 1000 for it all, i am begging for help with any of this.

we are both students, we are trying to work towards stability, while being stuck here. i do everything i can to bring in money to support us on my own. we make 200 less than rent is monthly. i am in school to become a caseworker so i am aware of a lot of resources in my area, and have applied for everything, but we can not do this alone which is why i have to ask for help. i am so sorry for having to do this but i appreciate any support that i do have because of this website. you guys literally save my life. helping out other poor people and getting helped out on here has been the most compassion ive ever been a part of. dollars, even pennies, worth of donations has kept my cat safe, has affected me in real ways. it actually matters to us, no matter the amount.

thank you anyone who reblogs, donates anything at all, or reaches out

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#signal boost #please boost #please reblog #reposting because this died out #im so sorry

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thecynthh · 4 months

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smart ass - M.S pt 5

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him

notes - NOT PROOF READ, lowercase intention smut near the end, aftercare cus thats what matt specializes in, cuddles

a/n - uhm idk if yalls could tell, or if u knew but i’m a virgin and have never kissed anyone so 🫣

leave some suggestions for chris or matt fics for me to write pls as well :3

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present day a few days after their second study session

y/n pov

matt s 🐼

hey message me when ur leaving ur house. 8:46

btw we r ordering food to the house cus i dont wanna get gas. 8:47

text me what u want from CFA. 8:47

you

what in the flying fuck is CFA? 8:49

matt s 🐼

uhm hello? kid, how do u not know what CFA is???? 8:49

you

abbreviations like this is what's wrong with our generation… 8:50

matt s 🐼

kay ur so weird omfg. 5:50

CFA clearly means chick-fil-a smartass 🙄. 8:51

you

oh well then 😋. nuggets and waffle fries please 🛐🛐. 8:52

and sunjoy btww. 8:52

matt s 🐼

ew u like sunjoy? 8:53

you

u like rootbear don’t talk to me ✋. 8:52

and let me in pls im already outside :). 8:52

read at 8:52

i sling my bag over my shoulder and leave my car, waiting outside the large house with thrilling anticipation as i wait for matt to open the door. I see the fluff of his brown locks and a sweater similar to the one i’ve seen him wear before at school. i dont know why i get giddy when i see him, i dont know how we went to only speaking when madi was around too greeting each other whenever we see each other in the halls or cafe or even in our shared classes.

matt and his brothers were some of my closest friends now, after madi introduced me to them at a party, both of us got insanely drunk and made me call off crazy drinking ever since. all i remember from that night was the way matt took care of me while i was in a very vulnerable state and didn’t take advantage of me. i haven’t told anyone but madi about what happened to me when i was younger, and i’m glad she’s still taken her promise to heart, the only thing that telling her about my past shit did was make her and i closer.

i see matt in full view after he opens the door, “hey!” i say with a cheery expression despite how late it was for me.

“heyyy, thanks for coming by the way, even though you had a shift earlier.” he says sheepishly, before i left for work he messaged me begging to have another study session because he had more questions about the essay part of the exam. “oh hey lemme put your stuff in my room, just chill on the couch before the food gets here.” i pass him my backpack and laptop as he begins to walk down a hallway to make it to his room.

i move through the small entryway and become more apparent in his brothers view, “heyy y/n” nick says moving up to me for a hug, i take in his embrace.

“hi nick!!” i say excitedly. other than matt, ive hung out with nick a lot too, madi always has him over at her apartment, and even the three of us have made it a plan to meet up at our favourite bakery and talk for however long we want too a couple times a week. out of the little over a month i’ve know the triplets, nick has made a huge impact on me, and i felt safe around him, as well as chris and matt.

he lets go of me while i walk over to a slumped over chris on the couch, when he realised i was here he sits up on the edge of the couch. “sup chris,” i dap him up doing a little bro half hug with him.

“always nice to see you y/n,” he says as our arms unfold from the middle of us. i take a seat next to him with a comfortable amount of distance between us. matt returns not too long after i greet everyone. He sits down between chris and i and nick returns from the kitchen with a pepsi, root beer, bottled water and a lemonade, passing out everyone's drink knowing what each of us would ask for. matt and i give nick a thank you as he nods his head after.

nick stationed himself on the elongated part of the couch settling in with his fluffy blanket, he puts on a stranger thing episode and we all sit watching the tv. it only takes another five minutes of the episode for the doorbell to ring through the house. nick gets up immediately scurrying to the door with his fluffy blanket wrapped around him as he talks to the delivery man, thanking him and making small steps to see the rest of us. he comes back with two large bags of food planting them on the coffee table in front of all of us, before grabbing a tray of drinks after going back to the entrance.

“thank you for paying matty,” chris says, rubbing up again his brother with his lips pursed and now shoulder to shoulder with his older brother. i giggle at the sight, copying chris.

“mmmmh thanks mattyyyy” i say resting my head on the peak of his shoulder, pursing my lips as well and copying chris’ weird voice.

“you’re a fucking weirdo chris,” matt says in a disgusted voice flicking the other head that was very close to his face. “and you're welcome y/n.”

i laugh at chris’ overly dramatic reaction to what matt did to him. still giggling a bit at the sight of matt completely ignoring his brothers reaction, I say “just tell me how much i own you.”

“eh, don’t worry about it, it’s on me, plus save up for that new laptop you were talking about. i know how much you want it,” i blush slightly.

“aww thank you then,” i wrap my arms around him and squeeze him, he hands me the food that i asked for and retract back onto the couch.

“by the way, what time are we planning to stay up till? i told madi that i’ll tell her when i was heading home.” i saw looking at matt.

“well its kinda late so if you wanna stay in the guest room, im fine with that.” matt says, moving his head towards me, then breaking eye contact with the tv screen.

“im ay okay with that if you wanna stay over! plus you know your way around the house,” nick says giving his approval to matts idea of staying over.

“mhm im chill with it,” chris simply says.

“uhh yeah then, i'm down, thanks!”

we eat then say goodnight to nick and chris before we go to matt's room for some studying.

i lay down onto his bed as he walks over to his bathroom to change into some comfier clothes. while hes in there i start to think about our first study session when i found out matt had a crush on me. i thought it was very cute, but it made matt awkward on our last study night. i’m glad that he's eased up now, i just acted like i didn’t know anything and didn’t want to push on how he was feeling because I knew it would make his anxiety worse.

i come back to my senses seeing matt reappear from the bathroom door. we stayed on track for studying for an hour and a half before we eventually put on brooklyn 99 on in the background and talked.

“so, the retake is in a couple days, you think you’re ready?” i was hopeful he would be good by then because tonight felt very productive. I quizzed him on a couple of important ideas while he was playing with a baseball, throwing it up and down in the air. i learnt that he understands stuff better when he is doing something with his hands, it keeps him focused.

“hm, i’m not too sure, maybe another study sesh the day after tomorrow so by friday i’ll have all the stuff we went over fresh in my mind.” the baseball still gets thrown up and falls down in front of his face, with his hand waiting to catch it before it smacks him right on his nose. “thanks again for this,” i hear him catch it one more time before he moves his hand away from his face and looks at me just to the right of him. i'm hovering over him slightly, his eyes glow the brightest in the slight illumination from the lamp we always use when we study.

“yeah of course matt, you're my friend anyways.” our faces mirror each other, his eyes roam my faces while his hand holds the side of my face.

i toss my hair to the side of my head to lean down to kiss matt, he immediately returns the kiss enveloping my bottom lip with his. i moan into his mouth feeling him push me down and dominate me. one of his hands rests on my hip keeping me down as i pull him down with my legs letting him top me. most of his body is pressed down to mine, i lift my hips to give myself some kind of sensation i desperately crave for.

“fuck, i’m sorry are you okay with this?” matt says when he disconnects us.

i cup his chin bringing him a little closer, “i really fucking like you matt, please don’t stop.”

a smirk grows onto his face, “i really fucking like you too, you’re lucky i do.” he becomes more unserious pecking little kisses amoungst my face making a very loud “mwah” sound with each of he presses into my skin.

“matttt” i say through my sour looking face while he shows his affection.

“okay, okay, i’m done. but uh, how about we kiss again, didn’t get a good feel of it the first time.” he says with a knowing smirk on his face. i use my hand to weave through his brunette hair pulling him towards me again, we share a more passionate kiss, with knowing and love rather than lust.

it doesn’t take us long till things got more serious, his lips attach to my neck instantly sucking multiple hickeys into visible spots on my neck, moving down to my collar bone and eventually to the full and plump part of my boob. this is where my dream stopped last week, ive been trying to ignore it for the longest time but being in the moment now after thinking about it in my head makes it feel even more surreal.

his hand sneaks to the bottom of my fresh love shirt that i took from matt’s drawers when i found out i was sleeping here his fingers feel the hem of it. “is it alright if i take your shirt off?” he says with a quiet voice, almost afraid of what i’ll say.

i quickly nod in reply but that doesn’t seem good enough for him.

“words smart ass, i need words.” he says with a little bit of a condescending tone to his love tainted words.

“yes matt, you can take my shirt off too.” i say with a small giggle following after it.

he lifts the fabric to uncover the same white lace bra i was wearing while i slept over at his house by accident. “mh, i’ve been dreaming about this for a while ever since i saw you in it that morning,” he kisses the lace that travels to the small connecting piece of fabric between the two cups of my bra.

“and i know you heard what chris said to me that morning, yet you still acted like nothing was wrong.” he moves his hand to my upper back placing his hand onto my bra strap, “hey, can i take this off?”

“mhm,” my lips sealed trying to conceal my response to the amazing feeling of his hands on my body, he undoes the clip on my back with skill and purpose. the touch of his fingertips grant goosebumps to my skin in a very arousing manner.

he pulls the dainty clothing article off my arms and throws it to the floor benign absolutely amazed by my tits, they weren’t much but it seemed like matt was under a spell, he latched his lips just above my nipple to give me more hickeys, he sucks and soothes repeating this multiple times before he eventually dips down to my nipple, i feel the rush of arousal arching slightly off the bed.

i moan in response to the new sensation, i’m not exactly a virgin, but i haven’t done anything like this in a while, let alone at all for god sake. he massages the other boob, playing with the nipple with his hand the opposite of the one his mouth is very focused on.

he finally comes up for air after a little bit teasing, my thighs rub together and sits up to rip his shirt off to match my level of revealing skin, off goes his sweats as well leaving him in just his boxers, “matt, oh my god” i'm out of breath and very needy.

he continues a trail of kisses down to my clothes pussy, he looks up at me while holding the stretchy waistband of my pants, i give him a vigorous nod knowing what he was asking for.

he slides them completely off leaving me in just my underwear. he plants another sweet kids over my clothed heat which milks another desperate moan from me. “matt wait-“ he immediately comes up from my bottom half and lays beside me listening to me.

“hey we don’t have too if you don’t want too, i’m down if you just wanna go to bed in the other room, or even if you just wanna stay here and cuddle for the rest of the night.” he says before i can go ahead with what i was thinking.

“no, no i really want too it’s just, i haven’t really… done this before.” i tell him, he seems almost fully unaffected by my words.

“that’s fine, i’m here to make you feel good,” he places his hand nearing my core again, he rubs my panties over my clit moving down to feel the very apparent wet spot. “wow i’ve barely touched you and your so worked up,” his voice was sultry with a hint of a condescending tone.

“m-matt please” i struggle to say feeling the pressure he's putting down onto my throbbing clit.

“i’m gonna take these off now, okay?” he says with his fingers wrapped around the thin string of my thong that’s barely covers anything.

he slips them off admiring the sight in front of him, i almost get self conscious wanting to cover myself up with his blankets. his head dips and his hands pant onto my hips and one on my inner thigh. his tongue makes very sudden contact with my clit, he sucks and swirls his tongue around it, feeling the very heavy pressure i arch my back slighting leaning forward into his face.

his finger creeps and teases my hole before he fully plunged it into me. i heavy moan escapes my lips, “quiet now princess, can’t let nick or chris hear you.”

he continues his movements stimulating both my clit and hole at the same time, “more, please” i say with a pleading tone. he removes his finger from inside of me and replaces it with his tongue and mouth. he absolutely devoured my pussy giving me as much pleasure as he could, his mouth moving back to my clip and he slid his finger back into me moving it at a moderate pace.

i don’t try very hard to conceal my very loud moans, as soon as matt enters a second finger into my dripping cunt, i release with a pornographic moan, squeezing his head between my legs. “holy shit matt,” he licks up all of my hot cum and comes back up to kiss me.

“mmh you did so well for me, you ready for me now?” i say a needy yes while he goes back to sit back on the his headboard. he removes his boxers with such haste letting his cock spring out with a bead of pre-cum leaking out. “i wanna watch you ride me, you control the pace and how deep you wanna go.” he whispers into my ear.

he lifts me on top of him, kissing him passionately while i grind down onto his twitching cock. he lets out a guttered groan “okay, let’s do this cause i could bust just from looking at you.”

he lines himself up and holds my hips while i sink down onto him. his so thick and long, i feel him in ever existing crevasse in my cunt. “fuck yes” i say letting out a heavy breath.

“holy shit you’re so tight-“ he says between his monas and hard breathes. i begin to move myself up and down slowly, whatever pain that came at first quickly moved to pleasure as i speed up my movements.

my tits bounce every time i move up or down, my movements are set at a constant pace, “matt, i think- i think i’m gonna cum.” i say, feeling his dick twitch in my pussy again.

“come for me baby, give it to me,” he says, taking me by my love handles and moving me up and down a little faster. i came hearing his words letting out a couple of breathy moans, he follows soon after me. i feel his thick long ropes of cum fill me up and come back down dripping onto his cock.

matt does a couple of slower pumps in and out of me to ride both of us through our highs. he picks me up as if i weigh nothing and puts me down beside him laying down onto the bed.

he goes into the bathroom to retrieve a small cloth and comes back to wipe me down. he does a couple of strips to pick up as much extra cum he could. i feel him hit my clit and i whimper loudly, “oh god, i’m sorry, i know your still sensitive.” once he’s finished he goes into the bathroom and cleans himself up.

fishing his boxers from the ground he slides them on and grabs my underwear and a large t-shirt from his closet. he hops onto the bed putting on my underwear and pulling me up to put on the shirt.

“mh thank you,” i say tired and groggy.

he plants a kiss onto my forehead “anything for you smart ass.”

he comes under the covers and wraps his arms around me, intertwining our legs. we sleep peacefully until the morning

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daigina-3 · 1 year

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Eddie always wanted out of Hawkins.

Chicago is cold in the winter. It has the unpredictability of Indiana but the severity of the tundra. The Windy City winds whip his hair and cut his cheeks- just walking down the street to the coffee shop he frequents makes his nose go numb, no matter how far he pulls his scarf up or how tight he has his leather jacket zipped up with two flannels buttoned up under it for insulation.

(He didn’t have the money for a winter coat before moving and he sure as hell doesn’t have the money *now*)

The coffee shop is warm, a quiet hum of people who braved the December winds for a good cup of Joe and a comfy worn out leather chair to sink into. He stands in line and thinks that Gareth would like it here- he loves quiet places. That Robin would love the music they play and the quirky mismatched mugs they serve coffee in. That Steve would hate their coffee because he hates coffee but would love their hot cocoa.

They’re all about 200 miles away- some even more than that, now. He looks at the group of girls studying and giggling, the couple by the window, the other couple at the center tables.

He’s only ever been here alone.

Eddie sinks into his own chair in the back, letting his hot coffee cup bring the feeling back into his fingers- only then does he unwind his scarf and unzip his jacket.

He spends the day like he does every Saturday- scribbling in his little notebook of lyrics- trying to come up with words but mostly just doodling little dragons that look more like geckos. For the first half hour or so he can feel the little glow of mild accomplishment in his chest- he did *something.* Got out of bed, got dressed, went down the street. Now he’s really working on what he loves- his music.

He gives it two hours of nothing, nothing, nothing- not even stupid little gecko-dragons, each doodle ending up a scribble- before he throws it in and heads back down the street to his shoe box apartment, scarf and jacket back on.

He doesn’t leave the apartment the rest of the day. He makes cheap ham and cheese sandwiches and thinks about how Saturday used to be band practice day- how he’d drive to Jeff’s parents’ house and they’d play in the garage until the neighbors complained. Then they’d go to the Quarry and drink, playing rock, paper, scissors to see who’d be the designated driver. Gareth lost more often than not- dumbass had a penchant for choosing scissors and didn’t realize it.

He washes the sandwiches down with one- or two- too many beers.

Sunday is laying around, the TV on but nothing to watch. He could be going out and exploring the city, frequenting all the bars in all the scenes that didn’t exist in Hawkins.

He never changes out of his flannel PJs.

He stares at the junky rotary phone he got from a thrift shop- sitting on the floor of his living room because he didn’t have money for a side table. Couch, bed, little kitchen table and chair. That was about it.

He stares at that little phone from the couch, his face squished against the cushions as he lies stomach-down.

He bought it two months ago, with the rest of his furniture. He hasn’t used it once.

He keeps telling himself- when he’s settled. When he’s done something worth talking about. When, when, when. Thats’s when he’ll use it.

Or maybe never. He struggles to find a point. It’s been long enough to realize no one really needs him. He thinks about every face pulled his way, every awkward silence, every time he was too much and pretended nothing could touch him.

He buries his face back in the cushion. He can feel every single moment wash over him like a blanket- none totally clear but every one adding to the heavy fog weighing him down.

Sighs. Goes back to sleep at 3 PM.

He wakes up heavier, grimier, mouth tasting like dirt.

The clock on the floor next to his unused rotary phone reads 8:53PM in big angry red numbers.

He has work in eleven hours. Has to be awake in ten. Maybe nine if he wants to eat something before leaving.

He forces himself to go back to sleep because, really, he can’t think of anything else worth doing.

The clock reads 11:22 PM when he opens his eyes again.

He only tells himself the truth late at night.

That he made a mistake. That he’s been in his apartment for just over two months, in Chicago for three and he thought leaving Hawkins was the answer to everything but really Eddie still has almost all of his old problems- only this time he has them alone.

He called a few times from pay phones, in his early weeks. When he was sleeping in his van and just barely landed a job busting tables and had dug up enough spare quarters.

Gareth didn’t pick up. Eddie tried his house twice and slammed the phone down when he got nothing the second time.

Wayne was glad to hear from him, make sure he was alive. And Eddie missed him but Wayne wasn’t one for conversation. He was more of a daily comfort- it was hard to feel him from so far away, when Eddie couldn’t sit with him in silence watching Jeopardy or eating mac n cheese. They talked for about three minutes before Wayne went silent, nothing much to say.

Robin’s mom answered and said she finally left for study abroad- Eddie cursed because he totally forgot, had no number to leave her mom to pass on.

Jeff answered and Gareth was at his house with him- which was a weird pit-in-the stomach feeling for Eddie, but he wouldn’t admit it. They started their mom-and-dad style bickering, laughing about something he wasn’t in the room for when the pit got a little too heavy and Eddie made an excuse to hang up early.

Dustin picked up and then immediately had to hang up on him because Susie was calling.

He pocketed the rest of his quarters and didn’t try again.

He reads from 12AM to 1AM but he doesn’t really read- he skims and skips and goes back because he doesn’t understand what just happened about ten times before he admits that he isn’t paying attention.

The phone is bright red, which seemed better than the faded mint green or bright orange in the shop at the time but Eddie hates how he feels like he can always see that stupid bright red old-ass rotary phone on the floor. It’s always in the corner of his eye, in his peripheral vision, like a god damn ghost.

He doesn’t go back to sleep before he goes in to work.

The next weekend he goes out. He takes the van down to a bar that plays his kind of music and has his kind of people- he doesn’t wear the handkerchief he was so bold to wear in Hawkins, not where people could actually expect things from him. He only ever wore it in Hawkins because it was like playing chicken with the bigots, not because he really knew the ins and outs of its meaning. How close could he come before they clocked him? Would it be the handkerchief that got him done in or did he have to fully sequin his fucking battle vest?

He leaves it in the van and nurses a rum and coke while guys in leather and cropped Judas Priest shirts press up against each other.

At the Hideout he was loud- laughed big, noogied Jeff and played his guitar without any concern for the ear drums of the four drunk guys in the corner who only put up with their dumb band because the Hideout had the cheapest whiskey in town. Eddie then had dreamed of places like this.

Eddie now just has a headache.

(And a heart ache.)

No one approaches Eddie and when someone finally does- a young guy with a goatee and hair longer than his- Eddie smiles nervously and says “sorry, I’m on my way out.” The guy just nods as he goes.

In the van he slumps against the wheel. Thinks about how he could have a warm body pressed against his right now- about how that guy wasn’t what he wanted but maybe he’d do for now and then feels desperate and pathetic and kind of like a prick for thinking it.

He thinks about a battle vest stained with blood on someone who had never worn one before.

He thinks about the girl that someone wanted.

He drives home.

The stupid god damn fucking red phone is there, loud as ever from its silent place on the floor.

Eddie always wanted to leave Hawkins. He always, only ever wanted to leave Hawkins and now Hawkins was following him everywhere, taunting him with the fact that there wouldn’t be anyone on the other end of the phone to pick the fuck up.

Who would want to?

That’s not true, the littlest bit of his brain argues. Wayne is probably worried sick.

Yeah, some fucking nephew (son) he is. Disappearing and calling, like, once. Wayne probably thought he was dead. Wayne probably was worried sick. Wayne probably was the last person to care and every day he didn’t call made it more difficult to try because what a fucking failure. Maybe it would have been better if he’d died in that hospital, or in the upside down, or in his trailer with his eyes being crushed and his limbs snapped instead of Chrissy fucking Cunningham who deserved to be the one alive.

The phone rings.

It rings and Eddie jumps out of his skin because how the fuck is that possible?

He stares it down, watching the plastic vibrate with the force of it.

Ring, riiiing.

He’s never heard the ring before. It’s loud, harsh.

Ring, riiiing. Ring, riiiiing.

It goes on forever, and then stops.

Probably a crank call-

Ring, riiiiing.

Fuck. Eddie sniffles once, ignoring that he was on the verge of more than sniffling, more than red eyes.

(He hates crying. Does it too much.)

Ring , riiiiiiiing.

“Alright, aright, Jesus H. Christ,” he mumbles and for the first time Eddie picks up the phone.

“…hello?”

“Eddie? Eddie is that you?”

Eddie’s chest collapses. His heart gives out. Or maybe his lungs stop. All of it at once.

“S-“ he chokes on air. “Steve?”

“I- yeah. Oh my god I can’t believe this worked! I was visiting Wayne and asked about you and he mentioned that restaurant you’re working at so I called them and they gave me your number! Well, I had to call a couple times cause it’s not technically legal to give out employee info- but that one manager really doesn’t seem to care, so.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a long time. And when Steve calls his name again, wonders aloud if the connection is okay, he croaks out, “I’m. I’m here.”

“Oh good-“ Steve laughs, a little nervously. It’s short, clipped, but good natured. He talks- asks Eddie about his job and his apartment and when Eddie is too tired to pretend he’s anything other than exhausted, at his ropes’ end, not there enough to be *Eddie*- Steve doesn’t question it. He gives an easy “hey, thats’s cool man” and fills the silence.

He tells Eddie all about Robin- practically forces him to take down her new number. Updates him on an new mug Wayne bought, he saw him opening it when he got the info on Eddie last. How Dustin’s building some thing for a teen genius competition and Will’s running a game for Hellfire that Steve has caught the end of a few times when he goes to pick the kids up (he mixes up technical phrases and Eddie laughs when he calls Dungeon Masters “Story Telling Guys”).

“I was thinking,” Steve says. “And I mean you can say no-“ as if Eddie would ever say no to him. “I was wondering if it’s okay to visit? I’m going to be up your way next month for a thing, so.. I could stop by. See the new pad.”

The new *pad.* Dork.

“You know, I’m really glad I called. We’ve all been going crazy without you here to drive us crazy,” Steve laughs at his own non-joke. Eddie knows Steve can’t see him repressing a goofy smile but he does it all the same. Stupid joke. Not funny.

(But he gives up and smiles anyway.)

“I’m glad, too,” Eddie says.

It’s just past eleven when Eddie picks up the phone and just past three when he puts it back on the receiver.

With a plan for Steve to come visit for New Years- with some of the kids if the parents give their nod and Steve doesn’t kill then on the ride up- and a promise to call the very next day.

Eddie pulls the phone away from the wall and as close to the couch as the chord will stretch. He thinks about tomorrow and the call and New Years. He falls asleep and dreams of kind boys in battle vests and Hawkins coming right back to him.

#it’s 3:30 am and I was depressed alllllll day so this is what you GET lol #I don’t know how to feel about this one I have thoughts and kinda don’t like it but I don’t wanna like.. edit it LOL #but I just think if Eddie did leave he’d be lonely without his friends but too stupid to tell anyone he’s lonely #and the spiral is realllll #steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson fic #st fic #mine #stranger things fic #tw: thoughts of death

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f1nalboys · 2 years

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Jerking off Ray but Ray is wearing glasses😶

awooga humina humina <3 i took some liberty with this and did a bit of a dom reader so i hope thats okay hehe BUT pls enjoy!!! little shorter than i was hoping to have it but i was running out of steam oopsie

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 922

WARNINGS: nsfw, slightly dom reader, slightly sub randy, handjob, facial, reader calls randy pretty/good boy/etc, glasses wearing randy hehe, implication of a blowjob/more sex, implication of multiple orgasms, praise, some slight domesticness, not proofread

Randy was so handsome with his glasses on. You had known him for two years, dating for 8 months, before you even found out that he needed glasses. “I normally wear contacts but I ran out,” He told you the day he walked into your film class with a pair of thick rimmed glasses and a blush. “I know, I know, I look like a total dork.”

“You look cute, Ray!” His eyes widened when you had said that to him, a few weeks before you asked him on a date, and all he did in response was sink down in his seat biting back his smile, telling you to ‘shut up’ under his breath.

There was no bite to his words and you noticed that he would forgo his contacts more often now that the two of you were together. He would welcome you into his dorm, hair tousled from sleep, his glasses slipping down his nose slightly and a big grin, which is exactly how he looked today. He was wearing the unironically cute pj set you had bought him for Hanukah last year and you couldn’t keep your hands off of him.

“There’s gotta be something wrong with you, baby,” He says with a laugh as you nuzzle into his neck, planting a few sloppy kisses against his skin. “You’re the only person I know who prefers me with glasses.”

“More people would if you would wear them out in public,” You counter, pulling back ever so slightly to give him a grin. “I mean, look at you! You’re so. Fucking. Cute.” You emphasize each word with a kiss on his face and a laugh bubbles up from his chest as he squirms. Even now he still wasn’t totally used to how physically affectionate you were, not that he was complaining.

Grabbing his chin with one hand you hold his face still as you kiss him, deepening the kiss with a sigh. Class was over for the day and you both were on his bed, some shitty comedy movie playing on his small TV long forgotten about.

When you pull back Randy whines, his lips following your own in an attempt to continue the kiss. His glasses were slightly skewed, his cheeks tinged pink. “C’mon,” Randy pouts. “Wanna kiss you.”

“You always wanna kiss me, Ray,” You tease, letting go of his chin and your hand falling into his lap. He sucks in a harsh breath as you palm him over the thin fabric of his pajama pants, his hips bucking up involuntarily. “But I wanna make you feel good, m’kay?’

“Y-you don’t have to-” He stammers, gulping when you shove your hand down his pants. His head rolls backwards and he moans softly as you fish his cock out of his pants, already half hard. “F-fuck, you… your hand feels s’good.”

Sucking a hickey on his neck you keep the same pace, your palm stroking his entire length slowly. “Yeah? How good, baby?” You pull away from his throat, taking a second to admire the mark, before your eyes dart towards his face. Randy’s eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “So fucking beautiful like this, Randy, you know that?”

He nods slightly. You shake your head slightly, tightening your grip around his cock, pulling a loud moan from him. His eyes pop open and he stares at you. You cock an eyebrow, loosening your grip slightly and picking up your speed. “Yes! Ye-yes, so beautiful, only for you, Y/N. Only ever get, god, get like this for you.”

“Good boy,” You purr, feeling Randy twitch under your touch. “You’re always so good for me, so handsome, but when you have those glasses on… I don’t know, baby, it just gets me so horny.” Randy grabs ahold of your upper arm tightly, panting, as you start to jerk him off faster. His whimpers grow louder with each second, his hips bucking up, fucking your fist each time you twist your hand or swipe your thumb over his swollen and leaking tip. “Just look so sweet like this, letting me jerk you off.”

“S-s’close, honey, fuck. Please don’t stop, please? Please, wanna cum so bad, feels fucking a-amazing.” His voice cracks slightly as he thrusts up into your hand, his glasses fogged and skin covered in a thin sheet of sweat. He was close, so fucking close, your hand bringing him to the very edge. “C- shit! Can I cum on your face baby? Please? God, y-you’d look so beautiful covered in my, ngh! In my cum.”

Without pausing you move from his side and position yourself in front of him, looking at him from your eyelashes. “Come on, Ray, you can cum. Show me how good I make my pretty boy feel.” As if you said the magic words he cums, moaning your name in an almost heavenly way.

Cum covers your face, a few drops landing on your eager tongue. You let out a small moan at the taste of him, slowing your hand down to an almost painful pace. “F-fuck,” Randy says breathlessly, hips jerking as you don’t stop moving your hand. “T-too much, I think.”

“You can give me one more, right honey? You just sound so pretty when you cum with my hand, I bet you sound even better when I use my mouth.” You give him a devilish smile and he gulps, nodding his head slightly. He was in for a very long night.

#f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys works #f1nalboys writing #scream #scream 1 #scream 2 #scream 1996 #scream 1997 #randy meeks #randy #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks x y/n #randy x reader #randy x y/n #humina #love him and his glasses #dork need him

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gendrie · 1 year

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Could you give me your ideas on how a gendry/arya reunion/relationship would have happened if the 5 year time skip had happened. Or what you would have liked to happen. I love your interpretation of both their characters so much!!

i have a lot of conflicted, maybe even contradictory, thoughts on this. bc on the one hand i think oh it would be so different! but then i realize it probably won’t be......i think about it quite a bit wrt the starklings too bc they wouldve spent like 8 ish years apart? and that is just a really long time. thats a major chunk of adolescence and nearly as long as they spent together if not just as much or more. the feeling of mistrust that i expect we will see with arya and sansa for example wouldve been more than understandable. any other reaction actually makes zero sense in that context. but 3 years is still a long time for a child esp with trauma. arya has thought, more than once, that her life as arya stark seems like it was “a thousand years” ago. a nearly decade long separation for us as readers seems like a huge difference, but i think the faster paced version is all going to play out the same for those in the story.

with arya/gendry im only expecting minor differences in the grand scheme of things. when we see gendry in affc arya has only been gone for like? 6 months i think? the grief is very fresh. and the separation will only be a year or so. the bwb is still searching for her so i think gendry probably feels some hope that arya will come back. he knows, better than anyone imo, what a survivor arya is. but if they’d been apart for 5 years he wouldve really thought she was gone forever. if she walked through the doors of the crossroads at that point would he even know her? this teenage girl? it would be like seeing a half remembered ghost. for both of them. theres no reason gendry won’t immediately recognize her upon being reunited in this timeline, though. (no, i don’t think arya will be utilizing any face changing magic after she bounces)

i do love the image of them being separated as children and reunited as young adults. i kinda mourn the loss of that, but at the same time i always end up back at the same point which is grrm intends to do all the same shit. when he dropped the 5 year gap mercy didnt get scrapped. it got reworked. likely just to take the sexual elements down several notches. thats what it comes down to. arya/gendry are locked into a pg-13 rating and thats fine lol. either way i’d hope for something slow burning. they already have romantic undertones. stuff like rolling around on the floor tearing each others clothes, the "suitors" that compete for their attention, the love song, ect. thats what i want and gap or not gap we’re gonna get more of it.

#idk what im trying to say here lol #like time/age are just weird in asoiaf #and full of contradictions #ask #asoiaf nonsense

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spinchs-field · 1 year

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tell us about your mechs headcanons

woah thats crazy i was just thinking about them

it’s all gonna be under the cut. im just listing shit off

i know in canon, Aurora is mostly engine space with only a few common areas, but i like to think that she’s a massive ship that was built not just for war but also to live in, but not comfortably. the crew kinda made the place more enjoyable to spend eternity in. there’s a food storage area that the crew turned into an actual working kitchen and bar. there’s a huge common area that they turned into a living room (used to have a section of it walled off to act as a guest room for new Mechs, got rid of it after Carmilla left). there’s obviously a med bay, but Marius and Raphaella turned half of it into a living space/office. Raphaella’s lab used to be a storage room. Nastya’s “room” is the cockpit, so the place is a little messy, but pretty barren save for the tools scattered everywhere and trash she keeps forgetting to throw out. the crew sometimes get into arguments about how shitty all their decorating skills are despite the fact that Aurora genuinely loves all of it. it’s like jewellery or tattoos to her (:

Nastya and Jonny are biological siblings; twins, more specifically. they were separated at a very young age due to Jonny being kidnapped by Billy Vangelis. it was originally a hostage situation, but Billy got attached to the kid and decided to just raise him, telling the Tsar that Jonny was dead. Billy never told Jonny about his past, because he didnt want to make things more complicated than they already were. wasn’t till Ivy noticed how weirdly similar they were that they found out. Raphaella ran DNA tests on them (against their wills of course) and, lo and behold, Jonny finds out he’s been a prince his whole life. took him a while to adjust, but Nastya was overjoyed. someone in her family was alive, and that was enough

Brian is like 6′8″ and Ashes is 6′2″. why? it’s funny.

anatomically, Brian and the Toy Soldier are almost identical. Carmilla actually used TS as a blueprint for Brian’s body when she was rebuilding him.

Tim sleeps with really thin blankets and hates heavy clothing because it reminds him too much of the lead sheets from the war. also gets really nervous when he sees smoke without a source; reminds him of the gas attacks.

all the Mechs have scars from when Carmilla found them, except for Brian and TS, of course. they’re the only ones that don’t vanish with the healing process. Ashes has burn scars on their legs and chest. Nastya still has her gunshot wound. Jonny has a surgery scar from when he got mech’d. Ivy has a lot of scars, but the most prominent ones are the burn scars on her hands and arms. Marius has a scar on where his mechanical arm connects to his shoulder; the skin looks shredded and only slightly taken care of. Tim has burn scars around his eyes, of course. Raphaella’s scars can’t be seen very well, but if you look close enough, you can see where her skin tore away around where her spine is.

Nastya is cold like. all the time. Ashes, however, is very hot all the time. Nastya clings to Ashes like a damn leech when she’s especially cold. it’s actually how they became such good friends. Nastya just hung around Ashes long enough for them to want to talk to her

Jonny drinks very dangerous substances for fun. these include but are not limited to radium, gasoline, liquid novichok agents, pesticides, and enough alcohol to kill a man (this happens once every few months)

Marius may not be a doctor or a baron but damn if he can’t make a good cocktail. similarly, Brian is a very good cook (:

okay im done im sorry my brain has rotted from the inside out

#the crops #ult fav

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aestheticvoyage2023 · 8 months

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DAY 267: Sunday September 24, 2023 - "San Diego Zoo"

We had looked forward to the San Diego Zoo for so long and I may have over-hyped it because William was up and ready to go at 5am, despite my coaching that it didn't open until 9. Rough start to the morning in California - I regretted going a little too hard at the baseball game last night. But we had plenty to look forward to, aside from the biggest Zoo in the country getting thrown onto our list, Chad and the Fehr family was coming down from LA to help show us around. We met at the entrance and did some intros for William and Brooklyn - William was in complete awe of the older girl in the giraffe dress and was happy following her around for the next 5 hours.

We started by riding the big double decker blue bus around the zoo, getting the lay of the hilly land. Thats how big this zoo was. We lucked out and got cut off at the very front of the line for the next bus which meant instead of packing into a full one, we got the very best seats up at the top level front row! William enjoyed standing in front of the glass watching the San Diego Zoo go by in front of him as we got a narrated tour of the place seeing fun animals on both sides. My favorite was the maned wolf who smelled like a skunky fox.

After the bus, we rode the "air boats" high up over the zoo to transport to the other side. I was nervous about how William would handle the heights, and he handled it better than me! Just him and me up on the sky tram looking out at the city of San Diego without any worries. The air sure was nice up there. That was worth the price of admission ($69) and I wished we could have rode that 10 more times. We'll come back to ride the air boats again.

The best animal habitat we saw today was the Red Pandas - they had several. We had all thought that maybe we'd see real pandas, but they went back to China in 2019. But the Red Pandas were more than enough. That was cool - fascinating animals. And while it felt like we'd spent plenty of time at the Zoo, it felt like we maybe only saw half. Plenty to see the next time we come around.

When I sat down to think about where the San Diego Zoo ranked in the list of 9, I slotted it in as #2 deciding that the cost vs free was the biggest difference between this and St Louis. Granted, St Louis didnt have air boats or double decker busses, but you could say, its nice that it didnt need it. Maybe I'll adjust after we go there next, and maybe if we don't wake up at 5am, after a month of solo parenting. Regardless, the best part of this day was seeing the Fehr Family and letting William run around with Brooklyn - playing in the seal tunnel, running across the big bridge, and playing on statues together like lizards and polar bears. Fun day and I am grateful to have this good lifelong friend to come down and see us on a Sunday. It was just enough to get me through another long hard day.

Song: SZA - Snooze

Quote: The Days are long, but the years are short. ~Gretchen Rubin

William’s Zoo List: 1. Tucson Zoo (5) 2. Phoenix Zoo (8) 3. St Louis Zoo (1) 4. Detroit Zoo (6) 5. Milwaukee County Zoo (3) 6. Los Angeles Zoo (9) 7. Honolulu Zoo (7) 8. San Francisco Zoo (4) 9. San Diego Zoo (2) Where will we go next?!

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Proof that I am socially inept, or a dick or something:

Once upon a time like a year ago or so, I dunno the exact timeframe, a cat showed up at my house. He was young and LOVED my older tabby. They play and groom eachother and generally have a fabulous time on their play dates.

Anyway, this new cat is a local neighborhood cat - had a collar and my direct neighbors recognized him as belonging to a family up the street. At one point he lost the collar, but like...I knew his family of people were nearby.

Anyway, fast forward a year and this cat spends a fair amount of time at our house. He sleeps in our solarium and gets along with our feral barn cat who lives outside, and generally we have accepted him into our cat family. But at no point did I consider that we'd stolen the cat? Because he is an outdoor cat and like...I don't know the neighbors he belongs to, so I assumed he was splitting time between us. I have had this happen with my cats in the past. It's a consequence of the cat distribution algorithm and I just roll with it.

This weekend, however, I noticed the cat had a tail injury - I was worried it was broken and he was in a lot of pain. To repeat, I don't know his other family at all. So I called some vets because at one point the woman who he belongs to told me he had a vet (she saw him in our yard one day and picked him up and took him home...he was back the next morning - literally the only interaction I've had with her was her coming by, saying "thats my cat, hes had all his shots" and picking him up). ANYWAY, I was hoping if I could find his vet, we could take him in because a LOT of vets here dont see new patients. So I mentioned when I called the only weekend vet that was open that he wasn't mine and was told they wouldn't treat him without his owners permission.

This is long. Sorry.

Anyway, I asked our direct neighbors for the contact information for the cat's other family in the hopes I could get him to the vet. So I texted the cats other humans and explained he'd been injured and asked if he had a vet.....and that is where I apparently lost the ability to predict human behavior.

See, I assumed the other family was like...on the same page about the status of the cat. That he was theirs but also hung with us like half the time. Like split custody, if you will.

I was mistaken. Because this guy shows up at my house at like 8:30pm, demands the cat, invites himself in, picks up the injured cat, who is hissing at him, and says "if you want the cat just keep it". I'm like...completely speechless and awkwardly try to explain it was never my intent to steal the cat. He says "then don't feed him" and I try to explain we leave food out for ferals, but he cuts me off and says "this is the only cat we've ever had who ditched us" and then proceeds to leave with said cat and drive away.

I mean...I realize I'm not blameless here. Did I feed the cat? Yes. Did I let him in my house? Yes. Did I actively attempt to steal their cat? No? I don't even know what cat theft would look like? They're cats. They're not like dogs. They are aloof and sometimes pick new owners and occaisionally come back after being gone for six months.

But I WAS trying to get him looked at by a vet. I wasn't trying to get out of paying for his care or being like "welp, we've fed and housed him four days out of seven for a year but he's technically yours so you should pay for his vet care." I just wanted to help the cat and since I was overly honest with the vets about not being his owner this seemed like a good path forward....

Anyway, these strangers who I have never before met except through cat drama have the cat in their possession. I offered to pay for vet bills, but got no response. And now I'm worried they'll like...hold the cat hostage or something? I dunno.

I cannot begin to explain how many times I have had cats elect to move without informing me. I mean if I don't want to abide by cat distribution rules, I don't let my cat outside.

This probably makes me look like a class A dick, but that's all part of my inability to person. 🤷‍♀️. /rant off

#cats #cat drama #neighborhood story #neighbors #I can't person

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eddiemunsonwoofty · 2 years

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Fix Me - Part Three

Summary: You reach out to the local "freak"/drug dealer for some kind of escape after your mom dies. Turns out he's the escape you needed.

Caution: drug use, talks of death, sex talk.

📝: not much of a note but I've just been inspired. I hope you've liked parts 1&2 so far.

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"Eddie!" I screamed, "You scared me! And stop calling me princess, Geez!"

"Why? It suits you." He said with a toothy smile. "Suits me?" I questioned. "Look at me, do I look like the princess of the school anymore?" You look down at yourself. You are somewhat disgusted by how you look now, compared to just 7 or 8 months ago.

You had really let yourself go. No semblance of a fashion sense. Your hair a wreck, and you kind of smelled. You pause to think of the last time you showered properly. Like full blown good shower. Not the half ass shower you take when dad yells at you for being like this all week. Those showers are tap in, scrub some shit, tap out.

You come back out of your thoughts, still seeing Eddie up against the tree, staring. "What. Munson?" You shouted. "Haven't you ever seen a depressed person in your life?" Eddie stops gawking at you. His toothy smile turns to a frown. "So is that why you hit me up?" He asked. "Yes, Eddie, I'm sad." I plopped myself back on the bench of the table. Eddie came and sat beside me and put his metal lunch box in between us. "I heard about your mom," he said softly, "I'm really sorry about that, y/n."

"So let's spark this baby!" All of a sudden Eddie flings open his lunch box. Sacks upon sacks of pot lay inside. His enthusiasm definitely snapped me back, but then I just wondered how he could fit all that in there. He dug around in his "drug box" for a few moments only to pull out a joint. "Wait a minute," I said to pause him from lighting that thing, "I thought...you know, you were just gonna sell me some and I'd go off and smoke myself."

"Are you kidding me, princess?" He grinned. "This is our first sale, I gotta know if you like my shit first!" "Plus, if you get high with me you can't bust me!" He exclaimed rocking his head back and forth to taunt me. I laughed as he teased me about it. I hadn't laughed in a long time.

How was he making me laugh? No one else ever could. Was it because we weren't close, so what he said didn't matter? What is going on here? Eddie "the freak" Munson and I were getting along?

"Come on, princess...I mean y/n." He said sarcastically, "Take a couple hits, and you'll be fine." He lit the joint, puffed it a couple times, then passed it my way. "Uh...honestly Eddie," I state the obvious, but I am DEFINITELY embarrassed, "I really don't know what the fuck I'm doing."

"Oh, so your a virgin princess?" Eddie cheesed at me. "Oh my God, Eddie!" I rolled my eyes, but answered him. "Yes, I'm a drug virgin. Now tell me what to do!"

"Uh, well....you just...suck it." He said as his cheeks turned red, realizing what he just said. I ignored what he said, but listened to what he said at the same time. I sucked in...too much! I began to cough uncontrollably. "What the fuck!" I exclaim in between bouts of my coughs. "I forgot to mention, suck...softly..." Eddie bust out in full laughter. He slaps the top of the table. Literally about to hemorrhage from laughter at my expense.

I give him back the joint, "maybe this isn't for me." "No, thats my bad," he says. "I should have went easier on you then just letting you go straight in." He takes the joint, and says "Lean towards me. I'll help you out." He puts the joint to his lips and inhales, and holds it. While still holding in the smoke he says, "Open your mouth."

Huh? Open my mouth? I was so confused, but I did as he said. I leaned in and opened my mouth, a little. He grabbed my chin softly and leaned towards me. I closed my eyes, because what the fuck is going on! I suddenly feel his lips on my lips. Holy shit! Then came the smoke, it filled my mouth and started rolling out of it at the same time. Eddie paused, "breathe in." I did, and he finished. "Hold onto it for a sec or two, princess."

I held the smoke as long as I could, then exhaled. *cough, cough* That time it wasn't so bad. But this guy just planted one on me...didn't he? "Did you just kiss me, munson?" I ask shyly. "Ah, don't flatter yourself, princess, its called a shotgun." He explained, "Its easier to take, huh?" "Um...yeah." I said quietly, I was so embarrassed of how clueless I was.

He hands me the joint back. "Ok, try again, but this time go easy." I did as he said, and it was smoother. We smoked there in silence together after that. The whole thing.

It seemed like no time passed but Eddie suddenly flung that lunch box open again and started searching around. "What are you doing, munson?" I ask. He said, "Well, we've been sitting her for like, an hour, so that shit worked on you." "I'm getting you more." "Uh. I don't think I need anymore. I feel like goo on this picnic table." I state, slowly and in a monotone voice. "Yeah. I know, druggie." He giggled. "This is for tomorrow and the next day, then you can come see me again." He hands me another joint. "Only half a day, doctors orders." He says looking into his lunch box. "How much do i owe you?" "This ones on me. You need it." He starts packing his stuff back in his lunch box. "Let's get you home, princess." He holds out his hand so I can get up. He probably thinks I'm going to collapse to the ground. Honestly, so did I. "I'm okay, Eddie." I slur out. "I can make it home on my own."

"Ha, yeah, okay. I'm gonna take you home." He demands. "You're in no shape over there, ya pot head." Teeth coming straight through that smile again.

We walk out of the woods to the parking lot where he helps me into his old rusty van. "Such a gentleman!" I say sarcastically. He just smiles and shuts the door and walks to the drivers side and gets in. "I live over on rox..." he cuts me off. "I know where you live, don't worry princess, just relax." Seriously. What is with the princess thing. I would've been lying to myself, to say that it wasn't growing on me though. I liked how he said it. It was...kind of hot. Wait a second, how did he know where I lived? I was too high to ask or even think about it more, so I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

The ride back to my place was silent. As we got closer, I noticed both my brother and father were home. Dad works until six? What fucking time was it? I look at my watch. 5:15. Hmmm, why is dad home? "Can you drop me at the corner, eddie?" I asked still completely high. I couldn't have Steve or dad see me with Munson. They'd lose their shit. "Sure thing." He says and pulls to the corner down from my house. "Thanks for the afternoon, Munson." I smile at him. "Anytime, princess." He winks at me and smiles as I shut the door and watch him pull away. I walk the rest of the way home. As I walk inside I see my dad and Steve standing there both with stern looks on their faces and they're arms crossed.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, Y/N!" my dad shouts.

"Fuck...!"

#eddie the freak munson #strangerthingsedit #stranger things #eddie munson

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luminusobscurum · 4 months

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vent - jan 8 2024

i actually cant imagine a worse hell to put yourself in than to make up the idea someones out to get you. and your friends, god bless their little hearts. who just want to help, in a situation out of their depth

dont understand theyre enabling and making your life worse by reassuring these delusions. throwing away your dignity and sanity for validation, and the people who want to stop it just make it worse.

to value the phatic expression and quick ding! reward of being nice, over seeing the bigger picture, the addiction of validation and attention is enough people tear themselves apart for

making a spectacle out of everything, i was unsurprised finding out other people hate the guy too. its very easy to hate someone who makes their entire brand being a victim. who sees the world as nothing but a thing that happens to YOU at YOU.

for someone else to pick up where i left off. who ik very sure is someone who hates us both, since im always getting screenshots in my inbox of his private account. shit i never asked for. constant requests to engage or get back into the drama i ignore. because i dont need it. im not in this. i clocked out the minute that person took over because i know when i cant win something. i dont keep beating dead horses. i move on. you know the confusion "how does he bounce back so fast!?!?" thats not the only time ive been told that. i get bored. i move on.

so this new individual continues to terrorize them. i had a 15 year old say "youre just not a very good liar". i dont know how to say i will stand there and watch you die before i felt like i had to lie to anyone. look at my behavior, i was never scared of the consequences then and im still not.

ive never seen a bunch of people jump to save someone whose drowning only for the chaos to put them all under like that. these good intentions to help, but all it did was make things so much worse. come on. minors and angry adults who dont see the sun arent equipped to handle this shit. nobody is. and look what happened. a hell inside the head of your own making spoonfed to you through good intentions.

6 months later. nothing has changed. are you not ashamed? where will you be when youre too weak to lift your phone anymore. are you still stuck in the basement looking over my marriage album? will you be there wheh i graduate flight school? marc brunet's ART school? how long are you going to let the idea of me have so much control of you. because i dont fucking want it.

there is no one and nothing thats going to get you the big win you feel youre owed for what happened. yall tried calling my flight instructor and he thought it was a fucking joke. he thought he was being prank called. its not happening.

everyone in my life was begging me not to write an apology saying itd make it worse and i should have listened. i went against my friends because i thought i knew better and its the one regret i have from this entire situation. not to mention half of my explanations were cropped out for convenience. you didnt want closure you wanted a party.

so im saying now, forgive me not because i want it, but because you need it. youre a mess dude...look at you

people will believe anything if the truth is too hard to bare.

#ess.journal

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ufoend · 2 years

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∆ please help us

we can not afford any of our basic needs

what we need: our cat had an emergency surgery two years ago that means he needs to be on a prescription diet (hills urinary food) for his entire life. the vet suddenly said we need to bring him in again to get his prescription renewed and we cant order any more food for him until then, which he will not survive without, and he is not allowed to eat any alternative food without risking his life. we have less than half of a 8 lb bag of it which will not last him through the next month. with the vet, food, and ubers to get to the vet and to the only place they sell the food = 200

to try to summarize our situation, we were kicked out by family and made officially homeless for the first time last year. this is right after we moved across states (wa to az) to support my partners family upon their request, only to be subjected to abuse and kicked out directly due to homophobia in an unfamiliar state after a few months. this left both of us and all of our animals entirely homeless. we luckily have an apartment now but our situation is still not okay. we lost all of our belongings at this time, everything, and have not been able to replace them as we have fixed income. my partner is especially affected by this situation, as it was traumatizing, and they have just had to power through trauma after trauma because of poverty, more than i can say.

i also have severe dental problems that are not covered by medicaid in az and i have no way to afford. this includes wisdom teeth, root canals, and many cavities that will turn into that crazy expensive treatment if i don't fix it. some may remember this (+this). i was only able to have a little bit of work done before we were homeless and one root canal failed. i cant keep ignoring it, because they are worried about two of the cavities becoming root canals, and i want to prevent another infection, but thats at least 250 each.

we are still not going to be able to afford rent in future months because our EBT was delayed last month and i had to spend money we don't have to afford anything, and now we are in serious jeopardy even affording rent, let alone bills. our pets (2 cats 1 small dog) also desperately need vaccinations, which is dangerous to keep going this overdue without with their health problems. our dog has also been limping for the past week and he needs to be seen when that is ever possible.

thank you anyone who reblogs, donates anything, or reaches out.

p*ypal email (best): [email protected]

v*nmo: @tobler707

c*shapp: $tobler707

#date: 11/3/22 #signal boost #please reblog #please help #please read #please boost #i may have to make a tldr of this and just link to it since there is no way i can explain all of this in any shorter way #so hard to make this shit #i hate having to beg for my life forever #so sorry to my mutuals #thank you if you always boost me #cats #dogs #vet care #vet costs

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wenjunblossoms · 2 years

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WARNINGS: Feelings and shit, SVT

If u havent noticed by my Username, Wen Junhui is my bias. Even though i love all of the members and relate to them in different ways. Wen junhui just holds such a special place in my heart honestly. From the way he laughs and smiles wholeheartedly to the way his nose scrunches out of nowhere, His love for animals especially cats, the way he always smiles at the members whenever and wherever, His effortless humor, The way he’s so attentive towards others and how his eyes look at someone so fondly with such curiosity or maybe its the way he tries to express himself in words and then get lost in what hes saying and starts rambling all over place and most likely wont stop until someone tells him to because he’s comfortable enough to talk about the things hes interested in. Maybe in another life i’ll be able to meet him because i know i unfortunately won’t in this one. For the last 8 and half years i’ve been watching them grow but didn’t realize i was growing with them, i never really indulged in how grateful i truly am for them and nobody will really know the impact they had on me. From watching them on svt tv in that small green room basement to watching them have sold out shows in different countries but not being able to even attend one really showed me that not everything goes your way no matter how hard you’ve tried for it, but in the end something good will come out of it, and that was their success for me. I don’t really know how to indulge in how i feel fully in words and thats ironic coming from me because i won my county literature fair a couple months ago lol, i don’t know, knowing that they are on tour right now made me realize that im so honestly proud of them, so genuinely proud of them and i’ve never been prouder before even after getting an A on my finals haha. This post is suppose to be one where i indulge on my love for wen junhui haha but then it turned into me talking about my love for seventeen and how supportive i’ve been as a fan for 8 years and then it turned into a shit show of sad emotions for me because i can finally talk about how utterly Sad i am as a predebut fan to never meet them, i don’t think sad can even describe how i feel, like im not a delulu PLZ and i know its a idol fan relationship between us but i honestly just want to talk to them and tell them how grateful i am to be in their lives even if im not in their lives directly i mean metaphorically and how proud i am of them and atleast give them a hug, thats all i really want, a long awaited hug, i probably wont get to the talking part because i know ill be brawling bc im a big crybaby LMAO but honestly since i know that will never happen…..maybe one day, i can only hope that we will meet eachother.

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zenyukifanficblogs · 2 years

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Jennifer’s Adventures; Edging On Romance Waters Chapter 37: A Day With Him Credits: @Aesthetics__

Bora’s POV

I look at my phone as i see Chanyi has texted,

Chanyi: Would you like to go on a date?

Bora: I have no problems with that. When?

Chanyi: Whenever your free

Bora: Tomorrow. Jen gave Inhye and I 2 days off so tomorrow!

Chanyi: Sweet! What time and where should we meet?

Bora: 8 in the morning. You pick where we meet

Chanyi: As long as it doesnt have coconut or cucumbers. I’m happy

Bora: Same here! Let’s meet at Big Hit Entertainment and we can go to the amusement park

Chanyi: Coolio

Bora: See you soon~

Chanyi: Cya then

I smile, I squeal into my pillow. “I am happy!” I softly cheered. “A date, my first date!” i say

My mum came over asking what is up with me. “Happy that I get to go out on a date!” I cheered. “Really! With who?” She asks me

“Remember me telling you about BTS Chanyi?” I asked her and she nods her head

“Him?” she asks me. I nodded my head. “You do have a very strange connection with that group didn’t you?” She giggles.

I nod and laugh. “I’m not wrong, your boss is the younger sister of that very popular Kookie from BTS and you’re going out with the maknae of BTS.” She says with a small giggle

“Make sure you both are safe, and I heard he has learnt something from that Kookie.” She says leaving my room. “I know. He and Jen’s brother are different Mum” I laughed hiding behind my blankets to get some sleep

-The Next Day-

I wake up and get ready, its only 7:30am. I went to dress my usual self to work and headed out to Big Hit building before Mum is even up

When I get to bighit I see Ryan is already there, He is holding a small batch of flowers. “You sure know I love the orchids.” I giggle walking over.

“Your phone case give it away” He smiles. I giggle. “Oh.” I say as he hands me the flowers, I accept them.

“Thanks” I blushed looking at the flowers, they are so pretty that I can’t help myself smiling

“No worries.” He smiles as well. As we walking to the nearest eatery, he does ask me some questions.

“Did you like school?” He asks. I shook my head. “I always got despised for coming from a rundown family. Dad doesnt last long in jobs and Mum’s not in the condition working.” I said.

“So I work to escape some of these irky things that happen to me.” I smiled

He nods, listening. “So...no?” he asks. “Nope.” I smile. “That makes two of us.” He says

“How long have you worked for Jen?” He then asks me. “For about a little over a year since early November, Jen was alone for the first month of the opening till Inhye and I come along.” I giggled answering

“Thats cool.” He says. “Jen was quite odd for me at first but then things are okay.” I continued.

He nods. “How about you?” I asked him. “I do know Jungkook’s sister is Jen but never met her cause she was in the States studying.” He says

“He did talk about her once during school.” He says. “I see” I nodded my head understanding. “How many siblings do you have?” I then ask him

“Donna, Bonnie and Hannah.” He says. “What about you?” He asks. “One half brother from my dad’s first marriage, he did make a nasty appearance at the cafe before I get to know you.” I answered

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He says. “Its cool. At least a rich man did help us out for a bit.” I giggle

“Good to hear.” He says. “The first year working at Jen’s cafe was like going through a magical adventure. The rich man was nice, but Jungkook and the others don’t really like his daughter.” I giggle

“Whos his daughter?” He asks. “Christine De Hunt. She’s younger than Jen, Inhye and myself.” I said.

“Ah, her. I was semi told about her.” He admits. “I know for a fact her father, the rich man, did have some secret crush on Jen before” I whispered to him

“Really?” He asks. I nodded my head. “He was unusually nice to Jen ever since I first saw him. Just Inhye and I didn’t tell Jungkook about this because it might or might not creep him out.” I explained

He nods understanding. “Jungkook can get very protective at times.” He says. “I do know Jen will never accept Christine’s dad so that can be a good relief.” I said. He nods, agreeing.

‘He really doesnt talk much’

I think to myself. ‘I guess this is why Jungkook, him are very good friends.’ I continued in my thoughts.

“I am also surprised when I first saw you cause Jen wasn’t really told about you.” I spoke up

“She wasnt told about me because during the whole 2018 to 2019 issues was happening in my family...My step dad isnt a nice person and in 2018 i had a fight with one of my members and kind of run away...” he tells me.

“I see” I nodded my head understanding. “I can tell you something about that cafe” I said with a small smile

“Like?” He asks. “Jen just opened that cafe on her own without telling Jungkook. Apparently they all only found out during the opening.” I whispered to his ear

“I see these two like to hide things from each other” He slightly giggles. I nod, giggling as well. “They do” I giggled. “Do you want anything to eat?” He Asks me.

I nodded my head. “How about you?” I asked him. “Yes or no” he says.

‘Woah. Didnt think he would say that’

“Yes…” I shyly blushed saying. “I’m also sorry about that just then.” He says. “No. Why?” I asked him confused

“I’m also sorry about that just then.” He says. “No. Why?” I asked him confused

“Coming off as rude?” He says. “I don’t find it rude. I do have to cut that habit of mine off though it will be a little hard.” I shyly scratched my head saying

“Cutting out some habits is something we can do together.” He says. “Of course!” I smiled

He smiles as well. We both get up and decide to go order some food as my stomach is growling.

“French fries. 2 Burger, one with no cucumber.” I help order before asking the cashier if the shakes have coconut

“There is different types of milk. Do you want coconut milk?” She asks. “No coconut milk please. We will take the strawberry milk.” I said

The staff nods. Ryan ends up paying for all of it. I looked at him in shock. “Yes?” He asks me. “I was planning to pay for it” I shyly scratched my head admitting

“I get im handsome and all.” He says. “But thanks anyways.” I blushed again thanking him. “No worries.” He smiles.

We just sat by the bench eating. “You’re very cute eating don’t you know that?” He looks at me drinking his shake giggling

I blush again. ‘He really know how to make me blush’ I giggle in my thoughts

We both just sit there quietly eating our food. I can’t help myself burping so loudly after I finished mine that it got Ryan laughing

“Yummy? Full?” He asks. “Yes I am” I giggled. “Good.” He smiles. We rested at the bench for a while before we went to Lotte World and have fun

We stayed there until it was closing time. “You look like a clown in the Viking!” Ryan laughed at how funny I was screaming at the Viking

I laugh as well. “That’s the fun of Viking!” I laughed saying. He just laughs, and agrees. “Today after all is fun.” He smiles

We both look at our phones as we see text messages from my mother to me and possible one from jungkook to Ryan. Both are asking what time we will be back.

“Maybe I better send you back to Jungkook and Jen’s before going back myself.” I said to Ryan

“I am taking you home.” He tells me. “No it’s okay.” I reassured him before I just end up taking him back to Jungkook’s apartment

“Thanks but next time i’m walking you back.” He tells me. I just chuckled as we walked to Jungkook’s apartment

To my shock he knows the code. He puts it in and we both walk inside.

“Then maybe I will head back first.” I said softly. He just smirks at me as he lets me inside. Jen is watching tv while Jungkook is in the kitchen.

“Hello” Jungkook waves to us. “Have a good date?” Jen asks from the couch. I nodded my head. “We have a lot of fun” I said. “Good.” They both say.

I bid them three farewell before heading back myself. Soon i am back home and mum is asking me all about it

#bts fanfic #kpop fanfiction #zendayayukiko #jenniferadventures #fanfiction #zenyukikpopfanfic #zenyuki

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